Norton, Mandy and Xander. Chelsea Mott and Rachel Welch were together too, and Brandon. I also heard a rumor that another girl was taken to the hospital.â
âNews travels fast. Itâs not a rumor. Do you know Brittany Carson?â
âIs that her name? No, I donât. Never heard of her.â
âShe attends St. Ceciliaâs. I was hoping she had some ties to your friends at Hillsboro.â
âWell, you know how it is. The kids who live on either side of us go to private school, Montgomery Bell and Ensworth, but we donât hang out. Itâs the neighborhood dynamic, I guess.â
âSo how did you hear about the murders?â
He held up his cell. âEveryoneâs been talking. Iâve gotten nearly two hundred texts this afternoon. Iâm way over my limitâmy parents are going to kill me.â He winced as soon as the words were out.
âWould you be willing to let me see your texts?â she asked.
He paused for the barest of moments. âTheyâll look like gibberish to you. I know my father absolutely hates it when I abbreviate, the language we use. He thinks it represents the decline of modern society. But the smart keyboard makes it so much easier to talk quickly.â
âI canât say I disagree with your father there. My computer expert is pretty handy with all things technical. He should be able to translate for us. Tell me how you heard about Xander.â
Theo squirmed in his seat. Heâd paled when she mentioned Lincolnâs expertise, and she knew he was hiding something.
âTheo?â
His eyes filled with tears. âI think I talked to him right before he died.â
âYou do? Why is that?â
Theo went from a prepossessed young man to a child in an instant, face screwed up in an attempt not to start weeping. She gave him a few breaths to get back under control.
âItâs okay, Theo. Weâre just talking. Youâre not in trouble, not unless you had something to do with the murders.â
âGod, no. Of course I didnât. You canât actually think that.â
âThen relax. I just want to know what happened this afternoon.â
âAre you going to tell my parents what I say?â
âAre you eighteen?â He nodded. âThen so long as you havenât broken any laws, I see no need to divulge the information. Just tell me the truth, okay? Weâll get along much better if you tell me the truth.â
Theo looked miserable for a moment. âAh, jeez. Okay, Iâll tell you. But you have to swear not to tell anyone I did. Promise?â
âIâll do my best,â she said.
âOkay. Xanderâ¦he and Mandy were partying this afternoon. So were Jerry and the girls. Of course, Chelsea and Rachel werenât exactly known for their restraint,â he spit out.
âPartying?â Marcus asked.
âDrugs. Getting geared up for tonight, for the party.â
âWhat kind of drugs?â
Theo stood and went to his fatherâs desk. He flicked back the leather blotter and drew out another key. Taylor watched him, tense. She didnât like people going into locked drawers in her presence. But Marcus sidled behind Theo, and she relaxed a fraction.
Theo slid open the top drawer, pulled out a Ziploc baggie. It was full of pastel-blue and yellow pills the size of aspirin. There had to be a hundred, maybe a hundred fifty pills in the bag. He handed it to her gingerly.
âHoly motherâ¦what is all this?â She saw the stamps, hearts, on some of the outward facing pills. Just like the ones theyâd seen in Amanda Vanderwoodâs room. âEcstasy?â
âYeah.â Theo sat on the sofa again, his head in his hands.
âWere you dealing it? Is that why you have so much?â
âNo. God, no. Iâm no dealer. Thatâs everyoneâs.â
âWhat do you mean, everyoneâs?â
Taylor sank back into the chair
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